White Rabbit
Oh!
[He drops fan and gloves in fright and dashes out by way of the portieres in a gust of wind. Alice picks up the fan and playfully puts on the gloves. The portieres flap in the breeze and a shawl flies in.]
Alice
[Catches the shawl and looks about for the owner; then meets the White Queen.]
I’m very glad I happened to be in the way.
White Queen
[Runs in wildly, both arms stretched out wide as if she were flying, and cries in a helpless frightened way.]
Bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter.
Alice